Page 45 of High Rise Secrets

I pull the zipper down on my pants, the teeth seemingly echoing off the walls in anticipation. Then I push my pants down past my hips and stroke my cock, moving it up and down the slit of her ass. I know we have to be quiet, but I want to smack her ass so red she feels it long after I’ve stopped.

“Are you going to let me fill you up like a good girl?” I ask, teasing her with the head of my cock.

“Mmm,” she hums, gasping when I squeeze her ass hard in my hand, then pull her cheeks apart, only to be met with a surprise. She has a pretty pink butt plug nestled between her cheeks.

“Addy, what’s this?” I ask, tapping the jewel.

She moans. “A present for you.”

“You’re keeping that in the rest of the day, and I’m taking your ass tonight.” I pull her dress down over her hips and help her stand.

The shocked look on her face is worth the case of blue balls I’ll have the rest of the day in anticipation for tonight.

“No sex?”

I shrug. “Shouldn’t have come in here with a plug in your ass.”

The utter look of shock on her face has me stifling a laugh. Then she narrows her eyes and saunters out of my office with extra sway to her hips. She is full of surprises. Anytime I think I have her figured out, she throws a curveball at me.

* * *

Addison didn’t waitfor me to leave tonight. She takes off before me, and if she’s smart, she’s heading over to my place. I gave her a key to let herself in and already called Rhonda to take the night off. I don’t want any interruptions. I order some take-out I can pick up on the way so I can at least make sure she eats.

As I go to step out my office door, dear old Dad steps through the front door, holding a manila envelope in his hand. He holds it out to me without saying a word as he stalks toward me.

“What the hell’s in there?” I ask without taking the information from him when he stops in front of me.

“Something you might want to have a look at.”

“If this is about working with Al, I told you, it’s not happening. We even had a vote by the board, and if you remember correctly, they sided with me after we went over the other projects currently on the table.” I hope he doesn’t miss the air of smugness in my voice.

“I remember. This doesn’t have anything to do with Al. Open it,” he urges.

“I’m busy tonight. I’ll do it later.” I turn and toss it in a random drawer.

“You’re not any better than me, Ethan. Open that and see what I mean.”

Chapter 29

Addison

Istopped at my favorite toy shop before driving over to Ethan’s tonight. I wanted to make tonight extra special. He was pissed off at me last night when I went toRISE, and if I’m honest, it’s the first time I didn’t have fun dancing. I wanted to be home, cuddled up with Ethan, even if it didn’t lead to sex.Not that we’ve ever had that problem.

Home.

When is the last time any place has truly felt that way? My apartment is nice and all, but it’s always just felt like a place to lay my head at night. I haven’t truly felt like I’ve been home since the fire.

Even spending time with my girls, at the end of the night, I always came home alone, with no one to share my life with. And isn’t that what we all want? Someone to share life with? To not feel forgotten in this crazy messed up world we’re in? Ethan is that for me. He’s my home. I don’t have to pretend around him. I can just be myself.

I change out of the dress I wore today and shimmy into my new black and pink lingerie, complete with a mask. I pull the thigh-high stockings up my legs and step foot into my high black heels again. I fluff my curled hair around my shoulders and dab some lip gloss on my lips with my finger before puckering them out.

The plug in my ass has been driving me insane all day. I was even tempted to touch myself in the women’s bathroom at the office. I was just about to when someone else walked in and I lost my nerve. Besides, the best orgasms always come from edging.

I flinch when the front door opens and slams against the back wall.Shit, I wonder what has his panties in a twist?I walk out into the living room as he puts a few bags of food on the table. He doesn’t see me until I clear my throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles as he digs his fingers through his hair.

“Addison Snyder, actually,” I quip and smile warmly at him. “Is everything okay, Mr. Freeman?”